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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.