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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.