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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.