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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Index,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.