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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.