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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.