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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
the Association,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.