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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.