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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.