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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Wings,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.