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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.