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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.