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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slits to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
UT,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.