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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.