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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.