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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.