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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.