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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.