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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.