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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.