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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Index,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.