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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.