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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.