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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.