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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.