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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.