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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.