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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.