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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.