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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.