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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.