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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.