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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.