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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Interpol,
ABC,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.