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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
UT,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Index,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.