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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.