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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.