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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.