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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Mars,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.