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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.