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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.