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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.