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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.