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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.