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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.