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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.