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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.