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 Japan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.