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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.