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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.