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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.