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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.