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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.