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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.