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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.