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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.