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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.