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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Motions,
New Order,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.