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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.