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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.