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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
UT,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.