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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Visage,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
X-101,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.