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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Sparks,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.