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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.