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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.