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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.