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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.