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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.