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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.