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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.