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 Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.