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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.