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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.