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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Wire,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.