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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.