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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.