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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Cure,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.