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 Egypt and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.