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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.