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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Loose Ends 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Can,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.