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 Suriname and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.