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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.