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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Qualms,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.