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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Visage,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.