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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.