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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Germs 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.