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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.