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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.