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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Magma,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.