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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.