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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Shoche,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.