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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 JFA to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.