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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Swans,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.