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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.