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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.