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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.