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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.