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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.