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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.