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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Monks,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
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.