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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
New Order,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.