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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.