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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.