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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.