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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.