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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.