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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.