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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.