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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.