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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.