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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.