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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.