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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.