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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.