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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.