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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.