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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
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.