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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.