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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.