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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.