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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.