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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.