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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.