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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.