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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.