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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Can,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.