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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.