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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Deakin,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.