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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Technova,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.