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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.