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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.