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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.