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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.