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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.