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 Angola and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.