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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.