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 South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.