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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.