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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.