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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.