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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.