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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.