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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.