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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fatback Band 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.