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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.