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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.