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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.