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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.