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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.