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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.