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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Nas,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.