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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.