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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Inner City,
Nico,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.