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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Swans,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.