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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.