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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nas,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.