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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.