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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.