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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.