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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.