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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.