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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Nas,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.