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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.