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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
UT,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.