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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Neil Young,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.