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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.