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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Organ,
The Motions,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.