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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.