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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.