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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Brick,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.