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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby 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.