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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.