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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.