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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Can,
UT,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.