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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Crime,
UT,
Fear,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.