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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.