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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.