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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.