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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Gong,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.