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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.