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 Montenegro 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.