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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.