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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.