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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.