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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.