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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.