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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.