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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.