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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.