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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.