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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.