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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.