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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.