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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.