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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.