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 Iran and from Manila.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
cv313,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.