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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.