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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.