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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.