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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Stooges to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.