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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.