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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.