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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.