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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Can,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.