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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.