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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.