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 Australia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.