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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
CMW,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.