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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Magma,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.