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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.