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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.