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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.