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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.