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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.