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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
X-102,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.