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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.