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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.