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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Doors,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.