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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.