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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.