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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.