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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.