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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.