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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.