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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.