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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
X-101,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.