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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Can,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.