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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.