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 United States 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.