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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.