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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.