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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.