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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Jandek,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.