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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.