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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.