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 Syria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.