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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Interpol,
X-102,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.