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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.