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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Victims,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.