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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.