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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.