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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.