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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Rekid,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.