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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.