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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.