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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.