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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.