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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.