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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.