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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.