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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mars,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.