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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.