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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
10cc,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.