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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.