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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.