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 Belize 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.