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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.