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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.