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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.