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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.