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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.