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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.