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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.