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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Ronan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.