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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.