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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.