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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 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 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Inner City,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.