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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.