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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Visage,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.