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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.