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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.