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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.