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 Panama 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.