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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
UT,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.