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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.