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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Magma,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.