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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.