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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.