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 Sweden 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
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.