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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Magma,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Fear,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.