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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.