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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.