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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.