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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.