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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.