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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.