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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.