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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.