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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.