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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wake 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.