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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.