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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.