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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.