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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.