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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.