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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Black Flag 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.