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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Japan,
The Move,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Names,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.