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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.