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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.