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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.