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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.