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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.