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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.