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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.