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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.