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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.