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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.