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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.