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 Kiribati and from London.
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 Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.