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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.