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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Television,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.