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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.