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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.