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 Romania 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.