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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.