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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.