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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.