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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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PIL,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.