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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.