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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.