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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.