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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.