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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Little Man,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.