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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.