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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.