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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.