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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.