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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.