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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.