Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.