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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Tomorrow 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.