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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.