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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.