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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.