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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.