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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.