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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Monks,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.