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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.