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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
June Days,
Monks,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.