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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
UT,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.