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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.