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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.