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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.