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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Malaria!,
ABC,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.