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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.