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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.