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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.