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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
X-101,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.