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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Can,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.