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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.