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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.