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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blake Baxter 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.