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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Lyres,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.