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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Visage,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.