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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Visage,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.