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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.