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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.