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 France and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.