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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.