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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.