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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.