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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.