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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.