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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.