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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.