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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.