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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.