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 France and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.