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 Gambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.