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 Laos and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.