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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.