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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.