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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.