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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
DNA,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.