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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.