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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.