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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.