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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Slave,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.