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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.