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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.