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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.