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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.