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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.