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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.