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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.