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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Move,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.