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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.