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 Peru 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.