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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.