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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.