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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Rites of Spring 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.