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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Franke,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.