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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.