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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.