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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.