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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.