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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Josef K,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.