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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.