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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.