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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.