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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.