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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.