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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.