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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.