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 China and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.