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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.