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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.