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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Nas,
The New Christs,
UT,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.