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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Index to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.