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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.