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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.