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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.