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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.