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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.