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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.