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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.