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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.