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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.