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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Mars,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.