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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.