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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Mars,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.