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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.