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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.