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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Nas,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.