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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.