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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.