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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.