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 Samoa and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.