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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.