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 Moldova and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Erasure,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.