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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.