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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.