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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Organ,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.