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 Austria 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.