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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.