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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Erasure,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.