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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.