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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
The Associates,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.