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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.