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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.