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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.