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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.