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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.