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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.