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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.