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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.