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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.