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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.