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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.