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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.