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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
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The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.