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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Index,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.