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 Romania 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.