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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.