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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.