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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.