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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Liliput,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.