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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.