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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Monks,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.