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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.