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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.