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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.