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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.