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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.