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 Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.