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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.