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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.