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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.