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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Can,
Audionom,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.