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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.