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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.