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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.