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 United States 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.