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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.