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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.