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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Cluster,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.