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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Can,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.