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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.