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 Gambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.