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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.