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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.