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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.