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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Franke,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.