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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.