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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.