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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.