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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.