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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.