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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.