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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.