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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.