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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.