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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.