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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.