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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.