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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
UT,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
cv313,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.