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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.