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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.