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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s 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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Faust,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.