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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.