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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.