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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Smog,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.