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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.