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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.