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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
UT,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.