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 India and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.