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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.