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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.