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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.