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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.