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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Jandek,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.