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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.